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Remember when you heard it, you didn’t think about it. You opened up your ears and listened. Felt it smashing through the pretense, through scabs of inhibition, that the world stitched to your shoulder like a mission. It echoed like lips meeting, and it fluctuated violently. It filled your heart and lungs up with redemption. Kind of like an ending but more like a beginning, and even though you’re losing then you’re winning.
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As I spy from behind my giant robot’s eyes
I keep him happy ‘cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I might pass out if he flies
Keep him on autopilot ‘cause I can’t drive
Room enough for one I tell my homies they can’t ride
Unless they sittin on the shoulders but that’s way too high
Let’s try not to step on the children
The news cameras filmin’
This walkin project buildin’
Now there’s hoes sellin hoes like right around the toes
And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg
There’s crooked police that’s stationed at the knees
And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs
And there’s a car chase goin on at the waist
I’m sittin in my room as I’m lookin out the face -
Erase the messages, delete the numbers and move on. You don’t have to forget them, but just accept that they aren’t that person anymore.
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